Summerpaw :: ThunderClan

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Name: Summerpaw

Gender: She-Cat

Rank: Apprentice

Clan: ThunderClan

Description: Along with most other cats, Summerpaw is far from flawless. She was a small, oddly colored kitten, having most of her fur dark shade of tabby. Along her legs and face, there were small speckles of orange, portrayed more vibrant due to the bright blue eyes her kithood had bestowed upon her.

As she grew, Summerkit's color's evened out a bit. And by the time she was given the apprentice name of Summerpaw, she was left with a beautiful pelt of shining colours. Most of the top of her body is covered in long, black fur. Though in places it fades from complete black to a dark tabby. Dappled throughout her fur, are varying amounts of red tabby patches, along with a few strings of white. Her chest, belly and paws, are also the purest white ;; fit to match newly fallen snow.

Summerpaw's body frame is of light proportion, and she is slightly small for her age. She is naturally lithe, and appears built for speed and agile movements. Hey eyes lay neatly set, wide and beautiful. Harboring the deepest shades of ambiant turquoises and blues, they seem to shine with continuous determination and curiosity.

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Personality: Summerpaw is extremely quiet in groups and when meeting new cats. She dislikes being put in the spotlight, and prefers her own brand of casual speaking to the cats she knows the best. She is not very open, and hates talking about how she feels, despite the fact that she is always the first to encourage somone to speak to her about their problems or fears. Finding that there is much to be gained in listening, she is often quiet at meetings and gatherings, as information is key to her.

Strong-willed and quick to anger; Summerpaw is never one to give in about anything. She does what she beleives is right, even if it goes against the warrior code, and everything her elders have taught her. She is a very loyal friend, but can sometimes be rude if it comes to a point where others beleif's strongly contradict hers. She is swift on her feet, quick with her tongue. and always ready for a challenge. However, compromise is in her nature, and she can be quite patient and gentle with others that have earned her respect.

History: Born to a ThunderClan She-Cat named Twilightcloud, Summerpaw is the result of a forbidden Clan affair. Her father, a former warrior of ThunderClan named Stripedshadow, betrayed the warrior code to be with his love.

However, Twilightcloud was still quit young when she found that she was to have his kits, and as a result, only two survived. When it came time for her kitting, Twilightcloud was unprepared and panicked. Rushing to the ThunderClan border to find Stripedshadow. She died shortly after giving birth to their three kits. The third and smallest of the kits, a small tom kit, was stillborn.

Rippedfur, Twilightcloud's brother had followed his pregnant sister to the border and watched the horrifying events unfold. But luckily for Stripedshadow, he had a plan. They would each take one kit. Stripedshadow would take the she-kit, Summerkit, to ThunderClan, and Rippedfur would take the tom, Coyotekit.

The kits were never to know who they were to each other, nor who their parents had been.

IC: Soft moonlight filtered down through the darkness, casting deep shadows beneath the many trees. A warm breeze filtered through the air, rustling a few dried leaves on the ground, and stirring up dust. The leafbare night bode silent, save the song of the crickets, and a few far off calls of the night birds.

The young she-cat ran fast through the night. Maybe if she ran fast enough, the burden she held would fall from her shoulders. A sharp pain through her swollen belly hindered her movement momentarily, and she staggered. She had to stop momentarily to catch her breath as another contraction rippled through her body. She hissed in pain, and waited for it to pass. She had to hurry.

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A dark striped tom stood darkly in the undergrowth, past pawprints crossed back and forth from each other in his name. Rippedfur let out a low growl as he dared to peek his head through the bare branches of the heather bush he had taken as his refuge. His sister lay motionless on the ground, that idiot Stripedshadow bent over her. He looked closer, and made visible to him was the quick and uneven breaths that came from her body. He hissed as he turned away, and then sprang forward towards her.

"Stripedshadow!," he called out to his sister's mate. "What's going on here?" though he had known for moons of his sister's affair with this ThunderClan tom.

Stripedshadow turned quickly, eyes wide with panic as he saw his mate's brother. "Rippedfur!" he called in horrified surprise. "I..Twilightcloud......the kits are here....one isn't moving.." he wavered on his feet, then seemed to regain some composure. "Something's wrong with Twilightcloud. She won't answer me, and she isn't breathing right. There's blood...."

Ripedfur looked up and down the snow where his sister lay. There was indeed a lot of blood around her and caked into her fur and her breaths were becoming faster and shallower by the moment. He looked to the two, still wet, kits that lay crying in the snow, and the one that lay still.

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The two toms sat in remorseful silence as the she-cat pased into StarClan. Her beautiful amber eyes, would shine no more, nor would the gentle winds of this earth untidy her long black fur. Stripedshadow let out a loud yowl, dripping with so much sorrow you could almost taste it. Rippedfur stepped back from his sister's body, his wiskers stained with her blood. Her newly cleaned pelt fell spiked across her body, the wet strands of fur frozen from the cold.

Rippedfur lifted his head to look at his sister's mate. Stripedshadow's eyes were cold, and he stared at something only he could see. Between his ginger and white fur, the two kits were nestled, shivering from the cold. "What are we oing to do with them Rippefur? I can't tel her Clan what she did...or mine..."

Rippedfur looked thoughtful for a moment, then spoke quietly. "You take the she-kit to ThunderClan, and I'll take the tom kit to RiverClan." he spoke quietly, without much expression. "We'll bury her body in the snow. By the time the Clan finds it, it won't matter anymore. No one will question where each kit came from. We'll tell our Clans we found them. Mine by the border, yours by the snakerocks. That way they won't impose a relation. The kits are never to know. And neither is anyone else. Understand?" he growled threateningly.

Stripedshadow nodded solemnly, all signs of opposition seemed to have dispersed from his face.

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Freshly turned over snow held an array of pawprints as sunset befell the forest. From the tree tops, the night birds awoke to the sight of two trails of feline pawprints. Each headed in the opposite direction of the other. Every now and then, there were such marks in the snow that it may have been assumed that the cats had been caring something to their unknown destinations.



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----> I would just like to add for the sake of all who read this ;; that I am horible at bios. xDD

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